She felt him shake his head. “Nothing. I’ll fuck you, but you’ll get back down there and suck me first. Get me nice and hard for you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, the word getting easier with each and every use.

“Good, and take your fucking fingers away from there.”

Kate, who hadn’t even realised she was rubbing her clit, had her hand snatched away.

“That’s mine.” Rugby Boy ran a finger through the wet line of her cunt. “You don’t get to touch what’s mine. Now, get me ready.”

Kate propped herself on all fours between his legs, almost delirious with pleasure. Who knew that in Bendigo (population: hahaha) there lived the sex partner of her dreams? As she bent down and took him into her mouth, she began planning excuses for return visits. Maybe she could schedule an engineering job up here? It was out of the way, but he was worth it. The question was, would he be interested? Determined to prove her mettle, she took him as far into her throat as she could.

“That’s it.” His big hand braced itself around her jaw, as though testing how wide she could open her mouth. “Suck Daddy’s big cock.”

Rugby Boy calling himself that most treasured and lust-inspiring of titles made sweat break out on Kate’s neck. As she sucked she heard foil crackle and her heart leapt. She’d been worried about interrupting all the hotness to ask about condoms again, but it was clear Rugby Boy wasn’t going to be a jerk about this. She reminded herself to feel around the base of his shaft before he slid inside her, to make sure it was on. She’d learned about the stealthing movement at derby practise. It was real and it was terrifying.

“Just a little more,” Rugby Boy coached. “Just a little deeper and I’ll ride your pussy, Middleton.”

Kate sucked harder, tasting small surges of salty pre-come. She felt uneasy, as though his short sentence had been a threat. She replayed his words in her mind. Just a little more. Just a little deeper and I’ll ride your pussy, Middleton.

Middleton. Why would Rugby Boy call her Middleton? She had a lot of nicknames, but each one was restricted to a specific group of people. She called herself Kate. Her family called her Katie. Her roller derby team called her Macca, the Australian appellation for anyone with a McLastname. Her derby name was Princess Bleach. Her Aunt Rhonda had called her KJ. Only the guys at work called her Middleton. Only the guys at work…

Kate felt like she’d been plunged into a dunk tank full of nitrogen. She remembered showing Rugby Boy pictures of Kate Middleton on her phone because the nickname confused him, he’d heard it because Tyler Henderson had been there. Tyler Henderson had been there.